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Scene 5.
Enter Don Manuel and Mingo.Ming.
Most certain 'tis they are resolv'd to fly,
And only wait an Opportunity;
Pretend to make a Journey, and take Horse;
'Tis Policy must do't, in vain is Force.
Now Leonella is dispatch'd with that,
Shall raise between their Servants mortal hate.
They both shall die before to Morrows Sun;
Nay more, by their own Swords it shall be done.
Man.
Excellent Mingo!—
Ming.
With Leonella, I'me to meet this night,
I'th' Summer-house, for an intended flight.
That must be your Retreat, on her lay hold,
For she'll be furnish'd with a Mine of Gold.
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Man.
Wit prosper thee, brave Rogue!
[Exit Manuel.
Ming.
O fear it not.
Poor Fool! I'll make thee sensible e're long,
That thou hast sold thy Welfare for a Song.
An idle senseless Tale, can thy dull Brain
Believe, that for thy ease I'll take this pain?
Enter Teresa.
Ming.
Here comes my Midnights Ghost—
Teres.
My best delight!
Fate can't deny us happiness; this night
Old Manuel rides abroad.
Ming.
But is it true?
Teres.
Just now we parted, as I came to you.
Ming.
How Goodness is abus'd! a meer pretence;
How Rogues may work upon your Innocence?
Alas good Soul! This Night he means to spend
I'th' Summer-house, there's his long Journeys end:
There he, and modest Leonella meet.
Teres.
Leonella too, bless me!
Ming.
Nay, go see't;
And if you love me, now you may be mine;
He once remov'd, I will be ever thine:
Here's that will do the work, revenge your wrong:
[Gives her a Pistol and a Dagger.
Resolve it suddenly, the time's not long.
Teres.
Think not, my little Silence did proceed
From foolish pity, no! they both shall bleed.
Ming.
The Woman you may pardon if you will.
Teres.
To rob me of thy love, no! both I'll kill.
Ming.
My dear Infanta!
Teres.
I'll do't! and meet thee in the Lodge, farewell!
[Exit Teresa.
Ming.
Curses pursue thee, how she flyes to Hell?
This one Night past, to Morrow all's my own,
And this kind Wretch shall die for what I've done:
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And make my Crimes out-blush the Mornings red.
Great Nemesis! refuse me not thy Aid
Thy Sacrifice is lost, if I'm betrai'd.
[Exit Mingo.
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